Mainly, it must be admitted, because I'm refusing to do anything interesting before I've got the job of tidying my flat out of the way, and I'm lacking the metaphorical kick up the backside that will get me started on that task.
So I'm procrastinating. And bored.
Admittedly, I don't have anything I really want to do after I've tidied up either. Maybe that would provide some impetus. But I've been leaving this day free to catch up with stuff for weeks. In a rather futile sense, it now seems, because I'm not doing stuff. And am bored.
Maybe I need some enlivening stompy sort of music. I don't think I have any. Or a quest. Or a DVD I can watch in a lazy Sunday morning sort of way. I don't think I have any of those I want to watch either.
It kind of feels like I'm in one of those the convalescent periods, when you've finally got enough energy to do stuff, but not enough to actually feel you can get something done. Maybe it means I've finally got over this delightful cold. I suppose I should be happy. But I'm not, really. Just bored.
Only twelve more hours, then I can go to bed again. Or maybe I'll manage to seize the day. Metaphorical kicks up the backside welcomed ;).